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Wraith

by Glass Idols

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1.
Incubus 06:04
ONE TINY SOLECISM, THAT'S ALL IT TOOK, TO LET THE DARKNESS INVADE MY CORE, INTO THE ROOM THAT FELT SO FAMILIAR. BUT AT THE SAME TIME, I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE. THE DARKNESS THAT PIERCED THE BLACKOUT CURTAINS, AND CREASED AN ANTI-SHINE ONTO THE ROOM SERVICE PHONE. HEADLIGHTS WHIZZING BY IN PAIRS, FIGHTING THE OLD TV IN THE CORNER, FOR MY ATTENTION, BUT LOSING TO THE TECHNICOLOR. IF THIS IS WHERE I REALLY AM, THEN WHY ARE YOU NOT WITH ME? AN OVERWHELMING FEEL OF LOSS, GNAWING AT MY BRAIN. IS THIS DREAMING? A PROPHECY THAT JUST SAID 'TO BE.' A TRAGEDY, IN THE SWEET REFRAIN. SOME VAGUELY FAMILIAL MELODY, LIKE IT'S A SONG THAT I'VE KNOWN ALL MY LIFE. BARELY AUDIBLE, UNDER THE SOUND OF THE SHOWER, LIKE IT'S FLOATING IN THE STAGNATING POOL. A SYNTHETIC WILE, A CRASH ON THE TILE. THERE WAS JUST TOO MUCH BLOOD. A TINY SOLECISM, THAT'S ALL IT TOOK. A TACTLESS FALL ONTO SHARDS OF MIRROR. BAD LUCK, SURRENDERING TO BAD LUCK. IF THIS IS WHERE I REALLY AM, THEN THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH BLOOD. AN OVERWHELMING STATE OF EMERGENCY. ALARMS SOUND, NEVER ESCAPING MY SLEEPING BRAIN. THE TRAGEDY IN SWEET REFRAIN. IF THIS IS DREAMING, WAKE ME UP. IF I AM DREAMING, SOMEONE FUCKING WAKE ME UP.
2.
Set 04:00
ONE TINY SOLECISM, THAT'S ALL IT TOOK, TO LET THE DARKNESS INVADE MY CORE, INTO THE ROOM THAT FELT SO FAMILIAR. BUT AT THE SAME TIME, I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE. THE DARKNESS THAT PIERCED THE BLACKOUT CURTAINS, AND CREASED AN ANTI-SHINE ONTO THE ROOM SERVICE PHONE. HEADLIGHTS WHIZZING BY IN PAIRS, FIGHTING THE OLD TV IN THE CORNER, FOR MY ATTENTION, BUT LOSING TO THE TECHNICOLOR. IF THIS IS WHERE I REALLY AM, THEN WHY ARE YOU NOT WITH ME? AN OVERWHELMING FEEL OF LOSS, GNAWING AT MY BRAIN. IS THIS DREAMING? A PROPHECY THAT JUST SAID 'TO BE.' A TRAGEDY, IN THE SWEET REFRAIN. SOME VAGUELY FAMILIAL MELODY, LIKE IT'S A SONG THAT I'VE KNOWN ALL MY LIFE. BARELY AUDIBLE, UNDER THE SOUND OF THE SHOWER, LIKE IT'S FLOATING IN THE STAGNATING POOL. A SYNTHETIC WILE, A CRASH ON THE TILE. THERE WAS JUST TOO MUCH BLOOD. A TINY SOLECISM, THAT'S ALL IT TOOK. A TACTLESS FALL ONTO SHARDS OF MIRROR. BAD LUCK, SURRENDERING TO BAD LUCK. IF THIS IS WHERE I REALLY AM, THEN THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH BLOOD. AN OVERWHELMING STATE OF EMERGENCY. ALARMS SOUND, NEVER ESCAPING MY SLEEPING BRAIN. THE TRAGEDY IN SWEET REFRAIN. IF THIS IS DREAMING, WAKE ME UP. IF I AM DREAMING, SOMEONE FUCKING WAKE ME UP.
3.
Coyote 04:36
OF ALL THE AWFUL THINGS TO OVERCOME, YOU'D FIGURE DREAMS WEREN'T ON THE LIST. I'M STARVING FOR METAPHORS. BUT I'M SURE BY NOW YOU GET THE GIST. A SUDDEN CEASE IN THE NIGHTMARES. LEAVING SULLEN, SICKLY STORIES. SO IF YOU PAY CLOSE ATTENTION, YOU JUST MIGHT SEE THE PATTERN. STRESS CRACKS IN THE FOUNDATION. AND THEY'RE SLOWLY HEALING, BUT LIKELY CHAOS COMES IN EIGHTHS. WHICH BEGS THE ALLERGIC QUESTION: DID I REALLY BEAT THE PROPHECY, OR AM I WALKING FACE-FIRST INTO FATE? EVERYTHING IN THE SULLEN, SICKLY STORIES. HAS BEEN SOAKED IN ALLEGORY. SO IF YOU PAY CLOSE ATTENTION, YOU JUST MIGHT SEE THE PATTERN. THE TRAGEDY IN SWEET REFRAIN. WE LEFT AS SOON AS THE SUN WENT DOWN. DRIVING FAR AWAY FROM THE DREAM. PAYING CLOSE ATTENTION TO DETAILS. BUT LIKELY CHAOS COMES EIGHTHS. I STARTED NODDING OFF, SHE TOOK OVER THE WHEEL. SHE BEGAN NERVOUSLY RANTING ABOUT SINGULARITIES. BUT I'M SO EXHAUSTED, I CAN'T KEEP MY EYES OPEN. I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON THE LACK OF NIGHTMARES. THE CALMING SOUNDS OF THE OCEAN, OR THE SAME THREE STATIONS, LIKE PERFECT RERUNS. IF YOU PAY CLOSE ATTENTION, YOU JUST MIGHT SEE THE PATTERN. WHAT AN AWFUL THING TO TRY TO OVERCOME. THE ONE TINY SOLECISM.
4.
Moros 02:06
ONE TINY SOLECISM.
5.
Echo 04:45
THIS CERTAINLY WON'T BE ONE. EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED. AWAKEN TO ELECTRICITY. ALL THE AWFUL THINGS HAVE COME BACK TO ME. THE SCENE IS DIFFERENT, BUT TO WHAT DEGREE, I DON'T KNOW WE NEED TO GET OFF THE ROAD. THAT'S WHERE EVERYTHING WENT WRONG. EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED. A BREATH OF SILENCE, IN THIS TRAGIC SEQUENCING. THE SOUND OF WATER BEATING SO TRANQUILLY. LIKE THE MOMENT BEFORE A MONUMENTAL FALL. AND FROM THE MIDDLE, I MUST NUMBLY WATCH IT ALL. IN RETROSPECT, THAT'S WHERE EVERYTHING WENT WRONG. THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE SET-UP. A BREATH OF SILENCE, AND AN UNDERLYING TREND. THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE SET-UP. THIS IS THE SET UP OF THE END. STATIC TAINTED LULLABY, HOW COULD I EVER OVERLOOK? THE MELODY IS MINE, WRITTEN IN THE OLDEST BOOK. STATIC TAINTED LULLABY, HOW COULD I EVER OVERLOOK? IT WASN'T CHANGING, IT WAS MERELY SYNTHESIS. THE SOUND OF FRACTURING, AND THE RUPTURING OF LUNGS. I RAN IN AND ALMOST SLIPPED ON THE BLOOD. HER BREATHING SLOWS, TOO WEAK FOR WORDS. HER VOICE STILL ECHOES... DO YOU BELIEVE IN SINGULARITIES?
6.
Akop 03:46
YET THIS IS HOW THE MELODY'S SCORED. IF THIS IS DREAMING, WAKE ME UP. COLLECTING ALL HER EARTHLY POSSESIONS, WHY'S IT SUCH A HELPLESS ENDEAVOR? I WISH YOU WERE HERE BUT WHO AM I TO IMPOSE? POSING, JUST LIKE PERFECT PORCELAIN. DEAFENING, THE SILENCE OF THE SWAN. SINGING, THE PARTS WERE GREATER THAN THE SUM(MON). SO IT WAS WRITTEN ON A TOMBSTONE I WAS NEVER MEANT TO SEE. A FALSE COERCION, SMALL INSERTION IN THE MIND THAT SAID 'TO BE.' SO I'M SUPPOSED TO WATCH HER DIE, AND BE ALONE FOR WHAT'S TO COME? AND YET THE MELODY WAS SCORED; THE PARTS WERE GREATER THAN THE SUM. I'VE NEVER BEEN SO AFRAID OF SILENCE, AS I CARRY HER BODY IN A SOAKING SHEET INTO THE, BURNING MIDNIGHT AIR. YET THIS IS HOW THE MELODY'S SCORED. "YET THIS IS, HOW THE MELODY'S SCORED. AND I HOPE YOU HEAR ME WHEN I SAY, THAT YOU SHOULD NEVER FINISH THIS. JUST GO HOME, IF I COULD I WOULD. FIND ANOTHER WAY TO HELP YOU DISPOSE." POSING, JUST LIKE PERFECT PORCELAIN, DEAFENING, THE SILENCE OF THE SWAN. SINGING, THE PARTS WERE GREATER THAN THE SUM(MON) AND SO WE'VE FALLEN FOR THE THINGS THAT WE WERE TOLD WAS JUST "TO BE" BUT IT BEGAN SO LONG AGO, WHEN SHE SET THAT DEMON FREE. A SONG, A SLIP, A SULLEN LOSS OF MELODY, ALL WRITTEN ON A TOMBSTONE I WAS NEVER MEANT TO SEE.
7.
Pandora 05:38
FROM WHICH THEY CAME, THE SOUND IT LINGERS. OF HER VOICE INSIDE MY HEAD, THE ONLY COMFORT FROM THE NIGHT. ONE TINY SOLECISM, THAT'S ALL IT TOOK, TO HAVE THE STONES OF MY LIVELIHOOD SHOOK. OF ALL THE AWFUL THINGS TO OVERCOME, THIS CERTAINLY WON'T BE ONE. YET THIS IS HOW THE MELODY'S SCORED, AND IF YOU'VE PAID ATTENTION, YOU'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE. IF THE SOUND WILL ONLY LINGER, WILL I MEET THE END OF THIS ATROPHY? CONCLUSIONS AND UNTIMELY DELUSIONS. IF I END, WILL THE LIFE WITH HER SURELY BEGIN? SCREAMING FOR HER AS IF SHE CAN HEAR ME. LOOKING FOR A SIGN, A ROPE, A NOOSE. SOMETHING TO CUT ME LOOSE. IF DARKNESS SURROUNDS ME, TRAP INSIDE THE MELODY. CONTAIN MY SOUL WITH HERS. WHEREVER YOU MAY BE, (WHEREVER YOU MAY BE) JUST KNOW THAT YOU ARE NOT THE BANE. (YOU ARE NOT TO BLAME) IT'S JUST THE TRAGEDY MY DEAR IN SWEET REFRAIN. ONE TINY SOLECISM, THAT'S ALL IT TOOK, TO HAVE THE STONES OF MY LIVELIHOOD SHOOK. OF ALL THE AWFUL THINGS TO OVERCOME, THIS CERTAINLY WON'T BE ONE. YET THIS IS HOW THE MELODY'S SCORED, AND IF YOU'VE PAID ATTENTION, YOU'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE. I SWAM IN HER EYES, NOW SHE'LL SWIM IN THE SEA. STUCK IN THE SONG THAT NOTHING SHOULD SING. (A TRAGEDY IN SWEET REFRAIN) CAST IN THE NOTES TO THE BOTTOM, CAST IN THE SOUNDS OF THE CURSED THEME, TAKE ME TO THE OVERLOOK, THE LAST THING I'LL SEE. THE PLACE I CAN'T REST, THE HEIGHT ABOVE THIS SEA. THE ROPE FROM WHICH I'LL SWING, GAZING UPON ETERNITY.
8.
Janus 02:24
[Instrumental]

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released November 1, 2016

Tracking/Mixing: Alex Ryan Recordings
Produced: Alex Ryan Recordings/Chris Lazzaro
Mastered: Jon Mills

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